My name is Chen Mo, and I'm a narcotics officer. To destroy a drug manufacturing network spanning three provinces, I went undercover as a chemistry genius known as "A Gui."
Mr. Lu, the drug lord, is a refined and compassionate man who loves tea ceremony and incense, yet controls the most lethal drug formulas.
Using my professional expertise, I help resolve production crises and improve their processes, gradually becoming the person he trusts most.
He puts me in charge of the central factory, and I secretly make sure every batch bears a traceable mark.
He asks me to train new recruits, and I quietly pass along anti-drug knowledge disguised as "industry slang."
This undercover operation is a chemical equation played out on the edge of a knife, every second of every day.
On the eve of the raid, he invites me to tea and suddenly asks:
"A Gui, for these three years, I've treated you like my own son."
"Tell me the truth. Who are you, really?"
My back is instantly drenched in cold sweat, because outside the window, the piercing wail of police sirens has already begun.
